I miss the way she wakes me up
You know, she sweetly plants a kiss and then gives a tight slap
No mother's summons or father's trick can come near the way she wakes me up
I don't miss the kiss but the slap that has lots of love

I miss the way she fights with me
You know, she will make sure that I never get back again on my feet
She literally knocks me down
But when someone tries to harm me she swoops in and breaks them
I don't miss the way she saves me but I miss falling down by getting knocked down by her

I still remember those rosy lips, cute little eyes, teeny tiny nose, tiny fingers and toes when she was born
The one I never thought would become my lovely demon when she grew up

The kind of love she has for me can never...